I don't get it...I don't understand this at all, he thought.
He placed his hand over his face as his head began to throb; it wasn't pain, but it was as if his memories were resonating with something lost.
A pain struck his heart as if remembrance reverberated through his body; a sadness erupted within him as he looked at the somberly smiling man.
Why do I feel this overwhelming sense of nostalgia when I look at him…? It's as if I'm reuniting with a long, lost childhood friend, he thought.
"...I don't know you--I don't recognize you at all, so why…? Why am I crying?" Ren asked as tears strolled down his cheeks.
It was only for a split second as he blinked; a flicker of a memory that shouldn't exist--he saw the nameless man, kneeling down the same way on a pathway of stone as autumn leaves sprinkled down gently. In that momentary resurfacing of a foreign, yet familiar scenery--it wasn't just the two of them.
